( ✉ → text ): there’s no place like homecoming. see you there.
( ✉ → yerin ): i always dread homecomings.( ✉ → yerin ): why does everyone like homecomings?
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( ✉ → text ): there’s no place like homecoming. see you there.
( ✉ → yerin ): i always dread homecomings.( ✉ → yerin ): why does everyone like homecomings?

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{ ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: ok so we all know i’m not the best when it comes to family advice 😓 { ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: but- { ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: i do know you don’t owe then anything - especially if you’re not ready to tell them yet { ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: you are not a coward - you just gotta figure out when the right time is for you { ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: i came out to my family when my mom caught me in bed with a girl in high school so i honestly have no idea how that works { ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: but if you need help ~~ i got u { ✉ → paint fingers🎨 }: well salon was boring i only had 2 clients today and i don’t have to be at the club until tomorrow afternoon - so im trying to maybe sleep but we see how that is going
val was laid on her back, a pillowed cuddled into her chest where she was resting her phone. she felt comforted by the thought that yerin felt comfortable enough with her to share something so personal - since they hadn’t been friends that long. of course, she wanted her friend to be out and proud all the time just like her but, she wasn’t going to pressure her if she wasn’t ready. valentina knew all too well the stress such pressure does to your mental health.
( ✉ → text ): she’s gonna be soooo pissed.
{ sms → paint fingers🎨 }: duh that's the point { sms → paint fingers🎨 }: my money is on my mom being more pissed tho { sms → paint fingers🎨 }: querida hermana is too boring to get mad at me over something so petty - mom definitely will tho - no doubt
val can’t really recall how they go on the topic of her mom and oldest sister but here they were. her mom sent her a care package from seoul and her sister sent one from sand diego and they were both quite passive aggressive ways of them trying to get her to leave mount phoenix. so in a way, that only val would think of she created her own care package for them. including photos of her and her new friends, her and tohil, photos from her new workplaces as well as a few books about empty nest syndrome. she was simply awaiting their reactions at this point and happily told yerin about her mischievous gifts.
( ✉ → text ): did you get a goodnight kiss? here’s one from me. xo
[ text ] If you’re going to lay one on me, don’t be a coward [ text ] Do it properly [ text ] Dumbass
He rolled his eyes, but had to give a slight chuckle at the childish text message before putting his phone aside. It was late, with him having just returned from long hours on-call at the hospital, but having the next day off meant he had some freedom that evening.
( ✉ → text ): thanks for getting him out of my way.
{ sms→ yerin }: of course! { sms→ yerin }: don’t get me wrong yerin i know you can handle yourself { sms→ yerin }: that guy in particular just gave me the creeps
haruki had just left the bohemian district after perusing the wares of the local artists where she found yerin’s own little setup. she was excited to see her work after seeing her around campus. upon arriving there was one man, in particular, that seemed to be causing the girl more trouble than he was worth so haruki stepped in convincing the creep to move along elsewhere. leading to the two to trade phone numbers and for haruki to purchase a small piece from the girl to dress up her still boring apartment

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( ✉ → text ): kiss bye bye to your bff
[ txt to: yeriyeri ]: nonono bb dont touch that bottle pls ill give u anything
[ txt to: yeriyeri ]: that was the first bottle of wine i ever made, i promis ill give u another bottle or money or whatever just dont open that bottle PLS im BEGGIN
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“Mmm,” Dakota says as he peers over her shoulder at the drawing of the food in front of her. It’s dead on, perfectly accurate to form and shaded well. Every bit of the drawing is excellent in form and execution.
But it lacks soul.
“You need a change of scenery,” he says with finality. His hand pushes into his light brown hair and he smiles at her before pointing in the distance in front of her. There just along the way is his business with its plants proudly in full bright color with doors open and inviting. Restaurants aren’t anything so special- even his is just another place to eat even if it’s thriving theme makes it’s regulars feel a certain zest for dining- but what lies in its back yard is a wonderland that he’s spent years making. Since he was just a busboy there Dakota had been carefully tilling the soil, building bee boxes, and planting the things that now boost themselves to be a good and helpful supply to the foods he makes there. She had not seen it for some time since she had been there last, and it was something of a sight now. “There’s something you gotta see. Come on! I got just the place for your creativity to be nurtured!”
He adjusts the large tote bag on his shoulder that has the things he bought on his spice run at the market. Just out the top of the bag pops out some fresh flowers that he bought from the local florist shop too. Dakota looks better than he has in weeks today and the dark circles that typically were under his eyes have nearly disappeared. There’s a returning tender warmth that radiates from him as he extends his hand to her.
( ✉ → text ): oink oink.
[ SMS ] Are you calling me fat? D: [ SMS ] Just because I suggested we go to the all-you-can-eat buffet? [ SMS ] Or is this you agreeing to go with me? [ SMS ] Your pig imitation is very unclear. I do not speak pig.